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Baby Girl 3 by Elle Klass Blog Tour

Elle
Klass Bio:

Elle was born into this world in
Redwood City, California and spent her childhood growing in and around the San
Francisco Bay Area. She graduated from the University of North Florida with a
bachelor’s degree in education. For fun she reads, spends time at the beach,
travels, and enjoys time with her favorite friends, and family. She is a
night-owl known to be a hermit during rainy days, as she has a love for sun,
and is mostly found poolside over the hot, humid summer months.

Book Blurb - Baby Girl Book 3: City By The Bay

Follow Cleo, who has once again changed her
identity, this time to Shanna Nu, an orange moppy-headed homely girl, or so she
tries to portray, as she travels to San Francisco seeking employment with the
La Tige Detective Agency to search for answers. La Tige, a hard, sloppy man,
lacking in social graces manages to worm a way right into her heart. Finally
entering adulthood, Cleo realizes who she is inside, and through La Tige and a
few other friends, she finds that true affection is forcing her to desperately
pursue the answers to the mystery surrounding her birth and biological family.
She manages to tie up a few loose ends while unraveling a few more.

Excerpt 1

Moving through Paris undetected as Justine proved
incredibly difficult. My hair was rolled into a bun and I placed a floppy dark
green hat with a short brim over it. I considered wearing heavy makeup, using
bold chunks of color, but feared it would bring too much attention. I wanted to
blend, not stand out, so I settled for absolutely no makeup. I had managed to
arrive at the airport and board the plane without one paparazzi chasing after
me and snapping pictures. Getting through security had been another ordeal when
I had to show the security agent my ID, he asked for an autograph. I leaned
over quietly and asked him to keep it quiet, then I signed my John Hancock, or
rather Justine’s, and moved on. On the second flight into the U.S. a fellow
passenger of male persuasion said rather loudly, “Hey, you’re Justine Holmes.”
Thank my goodies most passengers were sleeping.

I looked him square in the eye and said, “Nope, but
thank you for the comparison.” Obviously baffled he scrunched his brows and
pinched his lips. I happily ignored him and he went away. The next forty-eight
hours I attempted to stay hidden, with a book in front of my face, in areas of
the airports that seemed most vacated.

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